rise and fade: glass towers on the horizon obscured by a curtain of haze
Tag: fantasy
water taps lightly waking cold stone
sound lingers in this sacred space of dark deciding on its next course of action
dark before dawn: breathing slows and blends with the quiet
the quiet exchange between leaf and light: the void pulls at the unseen
the weight of time on fallen wood grants a damp and dark texture
a seed splits open: the might of the banyan sapling in all its glory
the slow curl of water as cold currents grasp at frail limbs
spring a vine snake holds the tree hostage hissing strange secrets and strangling the life from it with each climb
transfer the sunlit stone from soil to palm skipping it across the stream to wake the small gods
